Mateo
Bad decisions are Mateo's speciality, and though three jewels of snapdragon all at once might well count among them, Vesper in general happens to have been one of his best choices to date. It all evens itself out that way, he thinks, as the other man's fingers tighten in his hair and his hips come bucking up against his own, hard enough to drag an almost inaudible groan from his throat. "If you like that, imagine my mouth in other places," Mateo whispers, drawing back just enough to regard the young demigod, the pair of them insatiable and drug addled with their nerves dancing on a knife edge.
But as Vesper's fingers spread at the small of his back like lines of searing flame, any thought of what clever things he might do with his tongue vanish, however momentarily, in lieu of sitting up just enough to grind his hips back against the man beneath him. His cock, already once again in a position to give or take pleasure, throbs impatiently between them, and Mateo braces his hand further against Vesper's chest to sit astride him properly, as if to tease both the view and the feel of him without fully committing to the act. (Yet - they both know, Vesper rather intimately in fact, just how much the botanist wants this).
But as Vesper's fingers spread at the small of his back like lines of searing flame, any thought of what clever things he might do with his tongue vanish, however momentarily, in lieu of sitting up just enough to grind his hips back against the man beneath him. His cock, already once again in a position to give or take pleasure, throbs impatiently between them, and Mateo braces his hand further against Vesper's chest to sit astride him properly, as if to tease both the view and the feel of him without fully committing to the act. (Yet - they both know, Vesper rather intimately in fact, just how much the botanist wants this).
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me
